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 Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.