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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.