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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.