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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.