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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Organ,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.