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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.