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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
MDC,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Symarip,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.