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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.