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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.