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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.