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 Uganda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.