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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.