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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.