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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.