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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 The Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.