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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.