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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.