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 Mongolia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.