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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
ABC,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.