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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.