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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.