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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.