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 Bahamas and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.