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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.