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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.