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 Comoros and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.