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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.