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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Byrd to the rap 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Magma,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.