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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Japan,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.