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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
X-101,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.