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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wire to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
10cc,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.