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 Cameroon 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.