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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Rekid to the funk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.