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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 oboe 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.