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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.