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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.