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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Slave,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.