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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.