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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.