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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Nico,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.