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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Howard Jones to the funk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.