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 Zimbabwe 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.