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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 808 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 Delta 5 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.