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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.