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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.