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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.