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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.