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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.