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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.