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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.