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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
UT,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
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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.