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 Japan 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the techno 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.