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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.