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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.