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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.