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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Monks 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.