Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.