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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Das Ding,
cv313,
The Residents,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.