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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Kinks 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.