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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Cluster to the jazz 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Nas,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.