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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 The Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.