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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.