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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.