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 Solomon Islands 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.