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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Main Source,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.