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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs 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?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Can,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.