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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.