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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.