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 Morocco and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.