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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.