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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Gong,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.