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 East Timor and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.