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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.