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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.