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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.