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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Black Moon 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.