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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.