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 Solomon Islands 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.