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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.