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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Rascals to the rap 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.