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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.