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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.