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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.