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 Maldives and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.