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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
The Techniques,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.