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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 The Red Krayola to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.