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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.