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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.