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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.