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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s 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 Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.