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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.