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 Belgium and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Japan,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.