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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the grunge 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.