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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Pop Group to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis 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?
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.