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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.