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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.