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 Malawi 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.