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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.