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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.