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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.