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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.