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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 The Happenings to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.