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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.