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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Sandy B,
UT,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.