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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.