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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Oneida,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.