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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Invisible to the punk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Can,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.