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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.