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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach 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 electroclash 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.