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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.