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 Liechtenstein 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
John Cale,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Index,
Wire,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.