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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.