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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Oneida,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.