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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 clarinet 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 Minor Threat to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.