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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.