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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.