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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.