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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Monks,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.