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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca 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?
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.