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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Slits 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.