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 Angola 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.