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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Moon to the crunk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.