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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.