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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.