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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 AZ to the punk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.