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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.