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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Terry Callier 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.