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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 The Count Five to the dance 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.