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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the dance 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.