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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.