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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.