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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.