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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.