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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.