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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo to the techno 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.