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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
The Wake,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.