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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.