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 Comoros and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.