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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.