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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Little Man to the rock 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
The Gories,
The Martian,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Nas,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.