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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Carl Craig to the disco 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.