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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.