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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.