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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Slave,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.