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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
DNA,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.