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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.