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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.