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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.