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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.