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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.