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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
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.