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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.