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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.