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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.