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 France 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.