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 Benin and from Paris.
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 Winnipeg and Houston.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Nico,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
MDC,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.