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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 The United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.