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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.