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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.