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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.