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 Comoros 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.