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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Whodini to the dance 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.