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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pulsallama to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.