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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.