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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.