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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.