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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Jandek,
The Sound,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.