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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.