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 Nepal 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the punk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.