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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.