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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Wire,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.