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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Niagra,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.