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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 The Smiths to the funk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.