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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.