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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.