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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.