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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 DNA to the funk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.