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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.