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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.