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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.