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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.