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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.