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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.