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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.