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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.