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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
The Sound,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.