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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.