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 Montenegro 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.