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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.