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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.