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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
June Days,
DNA,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.