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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.