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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.