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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.