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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
UT,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.