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 Azerbaijan 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
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.