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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.