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 Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.