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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Nas,
Rekid,
The Index,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.