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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 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 Gong to the rock 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.