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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.