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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.