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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.