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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.