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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
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Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Nas,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.