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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Doors to the electroclash 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.