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 Belgium and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.