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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.