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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.