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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.