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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.