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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
ABC,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.