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 Palau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.