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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.