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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.