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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.