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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 John Cale 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.