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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.