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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Magma,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Ronan,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Index,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.