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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.