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 Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.