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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the rap 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
a-ha,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.