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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 The Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.