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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.