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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the rap 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
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.