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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.