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 Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.