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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Index,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.