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 Ireland 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.