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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.