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 Morocco 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.