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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.