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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Gong,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.