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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.