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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.