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 Greece 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Wings,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.