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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Icehouse 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.