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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fuzztones to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
The Move,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.