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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.