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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.