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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 rhodes 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 Skarface to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.