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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Fuzztones 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.