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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
The Doors,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.