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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.