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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.