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 Israel 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.