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 Cape Verde and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.