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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.