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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.