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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Barracudas 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.