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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.