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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.