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 Mexico and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.