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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.