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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
The Associates,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.