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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Yazoo to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.