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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.