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 Azerbaijan 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.