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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.