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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.