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 Mali and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Franke,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.