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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.