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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Das Ding to the grunge 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Can,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.