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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.