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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Visage,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.