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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.