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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.