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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.