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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 the Germs to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.