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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Charles Mingus to the rap 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Aswad,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.