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 Philippines and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.