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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.