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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.