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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.