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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.