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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.