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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy 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?
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.