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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.