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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the jazz 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.