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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.