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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.