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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.