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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.