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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Faust,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.