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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Crime,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.