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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.