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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.