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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.