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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Television,
Darondo,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.