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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.