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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.