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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
UT,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.