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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 mellotron 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Brick,
UT,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.