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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the funk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.