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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.