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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moody Blues to the disco 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.