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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 The Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.