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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.