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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Echospace to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
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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.
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.