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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.