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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Niagra to the techno 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.