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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Babytalk to the funk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
MC5,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.