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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.