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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.