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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.