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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.