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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Icehouse 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.