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 Lebanon 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.