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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 808 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.