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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
The Index,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
John Cale,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.