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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Index,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.