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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.