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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Slave,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.