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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.