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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
the Slits,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.