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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.