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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.