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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.