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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
X-102,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.