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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.