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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.