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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.