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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 güiro 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.