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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Shoche to the rap 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
X-101,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.