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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.