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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.