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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Delta 5 to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
CMW,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.