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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.