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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.