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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
PIL,
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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.