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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Skaos,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.