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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 New York and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.