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 Vietnam 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.