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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.