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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.