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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.