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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator 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 Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.