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 the UAE 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.