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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.