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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Can,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.