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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Wings,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.