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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.