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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.