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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
The Move,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.