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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.