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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 güiro 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.