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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the punk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.