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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Neu!,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
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Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.