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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.