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 Namibia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.