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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Mars,
Television,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.