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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.