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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.