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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.