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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.