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 Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.