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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.