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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Motorama,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.