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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.