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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Television,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.