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 China and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the techno 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.