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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.