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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the electroclash 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.