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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.