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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Japan,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
New Order,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.