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 Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.