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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Gong,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.