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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.