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 Lebanon 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
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.