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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.