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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.