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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.