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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
DNA,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.