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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.