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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.