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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Crime,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.