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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.