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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.