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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Television,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.