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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the jazz 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.