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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Carl Craig to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.