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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.