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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.