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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Faust,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.