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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.