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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.