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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.