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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Slave,
The Monks,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.