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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Rekid,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.