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 Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.