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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
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 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.