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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.