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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.