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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cowsills to the disco 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.