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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.