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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.