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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Seeds to the rap 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.