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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.