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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
MC5,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.