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 Hungary and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
PIL,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.