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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.