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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.