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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.