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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
The Martian,
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.