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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.