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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.