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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.