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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Can,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.