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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.