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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Symarip,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.