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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.