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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.