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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.