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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
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.