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 Libya 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.