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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Dead C to the jazz 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.