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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Bad Manners to the dance 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.