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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Mad Mike to the crunk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.