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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.