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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.