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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.