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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Sight & Sound to the punk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.