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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.