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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.