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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 güiro 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 Metal Thangz to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.