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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brothers Johnson 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.