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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.