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 Kenya 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.