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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Iggy Pop to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.