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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.