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 Barbados 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Visage,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.