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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.