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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.