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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Organ,
Television,
X-101,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.