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 Iraq and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Slits to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.