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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Oblivians to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.