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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.