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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Can,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.