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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.