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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 The Misunderstood to the rap 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.