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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.