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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.