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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Index to the jazz 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
PIL,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.