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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
the Association,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.