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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.