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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
X-102,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.