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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.