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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rock 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful 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.