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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.