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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Fear,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.