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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Star Department to the techno 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.