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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
The Move,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
PIL,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.