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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
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.