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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.