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 Vanuatu 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.