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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 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 The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
The Residents,
Television,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.