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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 Calgary and Toronto.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.