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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.