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 Uganda 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.