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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.