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 Guyana and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.