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 Norway and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Robert Görl to the rap 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.