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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Make Up to the rock 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.