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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Brick,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.