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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.