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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.