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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.