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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.