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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 The Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.