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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.