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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.