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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.