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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Nico,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.