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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.