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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 marimba 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.