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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.