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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Can,
Fear,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.