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 Cambodia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.