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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.