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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.