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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.