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 Armenia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.