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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.