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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.