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 Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.