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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
UT,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.