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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.