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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Unwound,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.