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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
New Order,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.