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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.