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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.