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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.