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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The Saints to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.