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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Barracudas to the crunk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
The Standells,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.