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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Can,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Nas,
Pole,
Nico,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.