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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.