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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.