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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.