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 Panama and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.