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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '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 Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.