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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.