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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.