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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 The Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.