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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Max Romeo to the punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.