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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.