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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.