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 Congo and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Quantec 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.