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 Portugal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.