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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.