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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.