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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.