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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.